Jun Qing weighed the tennis ball in his hand, raised his left hand and threw it out, waved his racquet with his right hand, and wiped the tennis ball through the air.

Didn't hit it!

Jun Qing bent over and picked up the ball and smiled at everyone.

"Sorry, I... haven't touched tennis for a long time, everyone laughs!"

The cute and playful look of the girl made everyone smile.

Rong Yan almost couldn't help laughing, and she was still pretending to be comforting.

"Gentle, don't hurry, take your time!"

The corners of her eyes were bent, Jun Qing shook his left hand slightly, and the tennis ball flew into the air, and she waved her right hand lightly.

Bang!

The racket was in the middle of the tennis ball, and the yellow-green tennis ball was spinning at high speed, flying over the net, and hitting the grass not far from Rong Yan.

Rong Yan caught off guard.

She never thought that this ball Junqing would send it out.

After reacting, she rushed over as fast as possible to take the ball, but the tennis ball had already brushed against her shoulders.

"good!"

The old man leaned his crutch aside and took the lead in applauding.

Whoever took the lead would be embarrassed to not follow him, not to mention that there was a father Mu Yichen next to him staring at him.

Suddenly, a burst of applause rang out.

Mr. Rong bulged his mouth and slapped reluctantly.

Rong Yan grabbed the racket.

"Come again!"

In this game, Jun Qing still served the ball, and a staff member had already sent a new ball to Jun Qing.

With slightly bent body, Rong Yan didn't dare to be careless this time and stared at Jun Qing with concentration.

"Miss Rong, be careful!"

Jun Qing threw the tennis ball, turned his right hand lightly, and hit the ball in the opposite direction.

Spin the ball!

Mu Yichen was originally a little worried about his daughter, but when he saw Jun Qing sending out the ball, a smile appeared on the man's face.

Experts will know if there is any one.

When she was young, Mu Yichen was also a tennis enthusiast. Just by looking at Jun Qing's technique, she knew that she was an expert.

Rong Yan underestimated the enemy too much and never expected that Jun Qing could send out a spinning ball and made a mistake in judging the direction. She once again missed the tennis ball.

The applause rang again, this time Mu Yichen took the lead.

"Gently, come on!"

After receiving the third ball sent by the staff, Jun Qing adjusted his serve position and sent his ball again.

This time it was a top-spin ball that was difficult to hit. Rong Yan made a mistake in judgment again and missed Jun Qing's ball.

The fourth goal.

Rong Yan finally took the ball, but the force was too steadily, and the ball went out of bounds, and Jun Qing scored another point.

4 to 0!

Jun Qing turned to the side of the stadium and looked in the direction of the photographer.

"Are these lenses almost enough?"

"No!" Before the photographer could speak, Rong Yan's voice had already sounded, "I just warmed up, why should we decide the winner before leaving?"

Who said it wasn't a competition just now?

"Okay!" Jun Qing turned his face, "Since Miss Rong is so persistent, we will play a few more games!"

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew out again, and Rong Yan rushed over with all her might, almost took the ball, and hit Jun Qing back.

Jun Qing smashed her backhand and hit her tennis ball in the field. Rong Yan hadn't reacted yet.

The sixth goal.

The seventh goal.

...

The ball that Jun Qing sent out was spinning up and down, showing all his strength.

At first, Rong Yan on the court was like a ball of fire, rushing from one end to the other, and rushing back from the other end.
Chapter completed!